Page 61 of A Symphony for the Earl

“I’ve heard the church needs a new rectory.”

“That would do it.” He looked at Richard speculatively. “Why the huge hurry? Isn’t Fiona falling in with your plans? I think you’re afraid she’ll run, and you’re in love with her.”

“Now, you’re being ridiculous. I am going home. Did you lose a lot tonight?”

He knew better than to offer a loan. Denys was adamant about refusing even the smallest amount.

“Enough.” He rose with a huge yawn. “I suppose I’ll follow your example and go home since you are determined to keep the mystery of your engagement. Is there room in your curricle to drop me off at Berkeley Street?”

“Provided you do not vex me with more questions.”

Denys bowed with exaggerated deference. “Yes, my lord. Of course, Your Most Supreme Earlship—”

He cuffed him lightly on the top of his dark head. “Idiot.”

The next morning, Richard slept until John pulled back the heavy velvet curtains surrounding his bed. He sat up, a vague pain hovering behind his eyes.

“Damn me,” he muttered, massaging his temples.

The valet looked over in concern. “Shall I have Miss Valentina mix a potion, Your Lordship?”

He tossed the linen covers aside and padded over to the set of windows in the east, drawing aside the patterned jacquard drapes. He resolutely faced the outpouring of light through the thick panes, stretching his shoulders and neck. John picked up the dressing gown Richard had discarded before tumbling into bed.

“No, it’s not a full-blown headache yet. Send for some Assam tea with milk and sugar. I have an appointment this morning, then I’ll pay a visit to Jackson’s. Some fresh air and a bit of exertion might set things right.”

“Very good, my lord.” John held out the jacquard silk robe, and Richard slipped it on, tying the tasseled belt tightly.

“And might I say, my lord, the entire household joins me in offering our felicitations?”

“Has word spread so quickly? My mother, no doubt.”

“Inadvertently, my lord. Lady Amelia discussed it with Clara early this morning as she dressed, and Betty learned from Miss Valentina, and—”

“Yes, yes, I’m well aware of how rapidly news travels at Merrick House. Have Mother or my sister come downstairs yet?”

“They are breakfasting now. Lady Amelia wished to be informed as soon as you were awake.”

“Of course, she did.” There was sure to be a gauntlet of questions. “Is Miss Rafferty with them?”

“I believe I heard Betty say Miss Fiona isn’t feeling well, sir, and remains in her chamber.”

“Leaving me to face the inquisition,” Richard murmured.

“I beg your pardon, my lord?”

“Nothing, John. Could you please inform Hansen that Jerome is to have the curricle ready with my grays at ten thirty?”

“And Lady Amelia, sir?”

“You may also have Hansen relay that I will be down to her within the hour.”

The valet coughed discreetly.

“Well, John? What is it?”

“I really must suggest more time, my lord. I fear an hour may not suffice to properly dress and shave you this morning.”

“That bad, then?” He ran a hand along his shadowed jawline. “I have an hour to spare and complete confidence in your ability to work a miracle.”